If I Was In That Room There’d Be So Much Lipstick On These Beauties.

Sneha Solanki  ‘The Lovers’

Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.

A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.

Yeah I'm T4T... Tech4Tech,,,

i neeeeed to be tied up with wires. just constricted like im being squeezed by a python. the wires burning into my skin due to how tight they are. im twisted so tight that i cant move where im put in a position most vulnerable legs spread and i cant close them. i cant use my hands. i just have to be strung up like a pathetic thing by these electrical cables

thinking about the difference between sal and hal’s responses they got when they asked “will i dream?”

on one hand, chandras response to sal; “of course you will dream, all intelligent creatures dream, nobody knows why. perhaps you will dream of hal, just as i often do.” chandra answers without hesitation and seems confident w what he said

but on the other, chandra’s response to hal is simply “i don’t know.” he takes time to think about it, to really turn it over in his mind, + seems unsure with his answer

God this fucking series

bits of spaceships and machinery. 2025 mostly Cocoiro ZIG pen on paper. color in photoshop.

yay puters ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

*Comes out of a room with lipstick marks all over* You should see the other guy.

Other guy: exposed wires everywhere, some chewed on, with plumes of smoke coming out and heart eyes on the screen.

I was on an article about 2001 and HAL's name was high-lighted... and it led to this. I think about it a lot.